Winterland

Live each season as it passes.
~ Henry David Thoreau

Spring

Spring forth, and show ye life!
A tip at the earth, head poking through.
Bring way to new grace, not yet so bold.
Nurture the fruit.

Summer

Oh, joyous months!
Reach ye pinnacle, and descent.
Suns dim and falter.
Nostalgia nestled in the leaves.

Autumn

Slowly wither with age.
Colour shifts on the brow, ye dismayed.
Not yet take leave for winter months.
Aye,  New Moon be near.

Winter

Snow over ye thicket.
Blanketed in the earth, with stone.
That with a beginning is accompanied by an end.
Ascend, sweet soul, into Winterland.